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“
That
night
when
you
spoke
quite
naturally
of
the
child
,
never
doubting
that
I
had
seen
it
,
I
suddenly
began
to
suspect
.
Because
of
The
Fear
”
—
he
hesitated
—
“
I
had
been
reading
and
thinking
many
things
new
to
me
.
I
did
not
know
what
I
believed
.
But
you
spoke
so
simply
,
and
I
knew
you
were
speaking
the
truth
.
Then
you
spoke
just
as
naturally
of
Wee
Brown
Elspeth
.
That
startled
me
because
not
long
before
I
had
been
told
the
tale
in
the
Highlands
by
a
fine
old
story
-
teller
who
is
the
head
of
his
clan
.
I
saw
you
had
never
heard
the
story
before
.
And
yet
you
were
telling
me
that
you
had
played
with
the
child
.
”
“
He
came
home
and
told
me
about
you
,
”
Mrs
.
MacNairn
said
.
“
His
fear
of
The
Fear
was
more
for
me
than
for
himself
.
He
knew
that
if
he
brought
you
to
me
,
you
who
are
more
complete
than
we
are
,
clearer
-
eyed
and
nearer
,
nearer
,
I
should
begin
to
feel
that
he
was
not
going
—
out
.
I
should
begin
to
feel
a
reality
and
nearness
myself
.
Ah
,
Ysobel
!
How
we
have
clung
to
you
and
loved
you
!
And
then
that
wonderful
afternoon
!
I
saw
no
girl
with
her
hand
through
Mr
.
Le
Breton
’
s
arm
;
Hector
saw
none
.
But
you
saw
her
.
She
was
THERE
!
”
“
Yes
,
she
was
there
,
”
I
answered
.
“
She
was
there
,
smiling
up
at
him
.
I
wish
he
could
have
known
.
”
What
does
it
matter
if
this
seems
a
strange
story
?
To
some
it
will
mean
something
;
to
some
it
will
mean
nothing
.
To
those
it
has
a
meaning
for
it
will
open
wide
windows
into
the
light
and
lift
heavy
loads
.
That
would
be
quite
enough
,
even
if
the
rest
thought
it
only
the
weird
fancy
of
a
queer
girl
who
had
lived
alone
and
given
rein
to
her
silliest
imaginings
.
I
wanted
to
tell
it
,
howsoever
poorly
and
ineffectively
it
was
done
.
Since
I
KNEW
I
have
dropped
the
load
of
ages
—
the
black
burden
.
Out
on
the
hillside
my
feet
did
not
even
feel
the
grass
,
and
yet
I
was
standing
,
not
floating
.
I
had
no
wings
or
crown
.
I
was
only
Ysobel
out
on
the
hillside
,
free
!
This
is
the
way
it
all
ended
.
For
three
weeks
that
were
like
heaven
we
three
lived
together
at
Muircarrie
.
We
saw
every
beauty
and
shared
every
joy
of
sun
and
dew
and
love
and
tender
understanding
.
After
one
lovely
day
we
had
spent
on
the
moor
in
a
quiet
dream
of
joy
almost
strange
in
its
perfectness
,
we
came
back
to
the
castle
;
and
,
because
the
sunset
was
of
such
unearthly
radiance
and
changing
wonder
we
sat
on
the
terrace
until
the
last
soft
touch
of
gold
had
died
out
and
left
the
pure
,
still
,
clear
,
long
summer
twilight
.
When
Mrs
.
MacNairn
and
I
went
in
to
dress
for
dinner
,
Hector
lingered
a
little
behind
us
because
the
silent
beauty
held
him
.
I
came
down
before
his
mother
did
,
and
I
went
out
upon
the
terrace
again
because
I
saw
he
was
still
sitting
there
.
